Enid wavered.
"Why not?" she murmured. "Why should I not?"
"Why not?" He laughed again, suddenly and savagely. "Because the man loves you. Because he stole out of the house to-day—and came here to you. I tracked him here and tracked him back again."
Enid shrank away from him.
"So—so you are a spy?" she said, in a confused, uneven voice.
He turned instantly, his passions aflame.
"A spy?" he cried. "I am a spy? Very well! We will see who comes out victor. The thief or the spy." His voice rose, his face darkened. The demon of jealousy that had pursued him for seven days was free of the leash at last.
"I wanted to know this," he exclaimed. "I wanted to be sure. I had my suspicions, but I wanted proof. On the day I surprised you with him, I suspected; to-day, when I saw him enter this house, I felt convinced—"
"Convinced of what?"
"Convinced that there is more in this matter than his love for you. That there is also—"